Losing my way
Do not let me lose my way. On this day after All Saints Sunday, the Monday after a call to mourn, I do not want to lose the path you are setting before me so that I might walk with Zoey Not Afraid
or my immigrant sisters and brothers. These are peoples who have had promise after promise, treaty after treaty, do-gooder after do-gooder, lose their way. Do not let it be so for me. Hold my heart captive. Make it solid and tender. Strengthen me that I do not let go of hands that require my solidarity. Move in me that I become pliable enough to let go of connections that harm rather than heal. Then give me feet for walking the path. Amen.
or my immigrant sisters and brothers. These are peoples who have had promise after promise, treaty after treaty, do-gooder after do-gooder, lose their way. Do not let it be so for me. Hold my heart captive. Make it solid and tender. Strengthen me that I do not let go of hands that require my solidarity. Move in me that I become pliable enough to let go of connections that harm rather than heal. Then give me feet for walking the path. Amen.
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